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MISADVENTURES IN MUSICAL COMEDY
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its lyrical tone is so strong, the farcical so nearly absent, that one guesses it to be mainly from the pen of Mr. Adams.
IN YUCATAN
In a dolce far niente
Mood amid the fruits and flowers,
Ladies in a land of plenty
Idly watch the ebbing hours;
In this paradise Utopian
Time and tide are cornucopian;
So we say “Festina lente,”
All the sands of time are ours.
Mood amid the fruits and flowers,
Ladies in a land of plenty
Idly watch the ebbing hours;
In this paradise Utopian
Time and tide are cornucopian;
So we say “Festina lente,”
All the sands of time are ours.
In Yucatan, in Yucatan,
Land of eternal lotus chewing,
In Yucatan, in Yucatan,
Where sunny skies are blue as bluing,
In Yucatan, in Yucatan,
Oh, land of honeyed “Nothing Doing,”
Land of lyric, love, and leisure,
Place of poetry and pleasure,
Fairy-land of “Nothing Doing”—
Yucatan—in Yucatan.
Land of eternal lotus chewing,
In Yucatan, in Yucatan,
Where sunny skies are blue as bluing,
In Yucatan, in Yucatan,
Oh, land of honeyed “Nothing Doing,”
Land of lyric, love, and leisure,
Place of poetry and pleasure,
Fairy-land of “Nothing Doing”—
Yucatan—in Yucatan.
Banish we the thoughts of sorrow
In this country of the blest;
Brood we not on a to-morrow,
Life is only brief at best.
In this land of summer season,
Reck we not of rhyme or reason,
As we puff the mild cigarro,
Singing “Life’s a merry jest.”
In this country of the blest;
Brood we not on a to-morrow,
Life is only brief at best.
In this land of summer season,
Reck we not of rhyme or reason,
As we puff the mild cigarro,
Singing “Life’s a merry jest.”
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